Quentin could tell that he had delivered a blow to Gareth's pride. The question was going to be how the reporter would recover from it. The lord had a fairly decent guess that the reporter hadn't negotiated the details of the contract at first because Gareth had thought this a wild goose chase. But once the realization that there might be gold at the end of the rainbow came around then suddenly greed entered the equation. Of course, how much that greed would be satisfied would be determined by how well Gareth comported himself going forward. Quentin, hoping to salve the man's pride decides to offer some conciliation.

"I am not an unreasonable man Mister Scott, neith am I a miser. As such, I will let you know that you've already earned yourself an even ten shares for your help. Continue to be reasonable and you may very well earn yourself twenty-five shares of the commission by the end of this."

Of course, the commission would simply be the finders fee the museum paid. Which would still be quite a lot just not as much as they might have got from trying to sell to individual buyers. But Quentin was in this for the history more than the money. Cracking the tub he reads the scroll aloud.

"The last clue I hid under the jaws of the beasts that made this town."